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Theodora (Theo) Onken

Washington State
Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The Caller

Rating: 5.0
Kevin keeps calling
With his camouflaged eyes
San Angelo housed
'Neath West Texas skies;
He's a stranger of the hour
His last name: Blouin-just sings
Four times the bells chime
Hangs up before the last ring;
In the shadows he has called
No words does he speak
Weary of his purpose
More than once-he's not meek;
Our patience is growing thin
Not humbled by his being a pest
Forty-four years old and up to no good?
That would be our best guess;
A word of warning
If you're delibertly pestering us
You don't have a clue whom your dealing with
Because we ARE going to make a big fuss! ! ;


By: Theodora Onken
June 19,2012
Theodora (Theo) Onken
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired to write this after repeat calls from a person
That we do not know
From a town where we know no one
Had another call tonight
Always hangs up before i can get to it
I am never close to the phone and it
Is bordering on harrassing.
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